The Bites of Lust
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Adult ++
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11
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The Bites of Lust
The Bites of Lust
TITLE: The Bites of Lust
AUTHOR: Elegy
FEEDBACK: elegy1@voila.fr
PAIRING: Buffy/Faith
RATING: NC-17
SPOILERS: 3rd season before "Bad Girls" and Finch's death; a small change from the original script of the season: Drusilla and Spike are still together and Angel's come back is known and accepted by all.
DISCLAIMER: Buffy, Faith and all other characters belong to Joss Whedon, Warner, UPN, etc.
NOTES: Thoughts in italics. Big thanks to Steff (aka Rebelgirl), my beta-reader.
*****
CHAPTER 1
The door had been closed as gently as possible, but Faith nevertheless perceived the noise. She turned over in the bed and groped for the body which had shared her night. The spot was still warm. But it was emp
Faith sighed and opened her eyes. She was gone.
Or she had fled...
She had almost expected it. The night had been so beautiful... Too beautiful, maybe... Illusory. Ephemeral.
She and Buffy had patrolled in the streets of Sunnydale. The beginning of the night had been restless and they had slain about ten vampires. Galvanized by their fights, they had gone to the Bronze where they had tried to dispel all their excitement while dancing and drinking more than usual. On the dance floor, their bodies were as much in unison as when they fought, and Faith remembered with a thrill the mad desire which had seized her at that moment, all this suppressed desire for the blonde Slayer she had believed to be shared in her green look.
Later, Buffy had accompanied Faith to her motel room. And there, everything had turned upside down. Faith remembered every second.
I invited you to have a last drink. You wanted to see where I lived.
I opened the door with difficulty. I was nervous... I went in and you followed me. You cast a glance inside and then you looked at me. I saw again the desire in your eyes... So I moved closer to you slowly... step by step, I filled the few inches still separating us... It seemed to me like a chasm, it seemed to me like an eternity... For all this endless time, you never stopped looking at me...
Overwhelmed by my lust, I couldn't resist.
I rushed at you, pinning you violently against the wall of the room. You banged your head, but you didn't cry.
I rushed at your lips, as I had always dreamt to do... You didn't push me back, as I had always imagined it. Your fingers slipped into my hair and you drew me to you, accentuating the passion of my eager body against yours, the passion of our mouths devouring each other.
My hand ventured under your leather jacket. You're so sexy in leather, B... I touched your breasts lightly, I caressed your belly, I woke up your body numbed by alcohol... You accentuated the pressure of your hand in my hair, arousing in me a delicious thrill of pain...
I couldn't stand it any longer. I unbuttoned your trousers and your body arched to meet my hand, tensed when my fingers slid into you... You let go of my hair and, gripping my shoulders, you followed my movements. It was so hot all of a sudden... I followed, fascinated, a drop of sweat trickling in slow motion down your forehead, on your closed eyelid, down your tense jaw, before picking it with the tip of my tongue...
You began to moan... It drove me crazy... I pressed myself against you, my leg between yours, and this simple contact nearly made me come... I rubbed against you, following the rhythm of my movements inside you, accompanying your sighs, the mixed smell of leather, sweat and sex intoxicating my senses...
And then, quickly, your breath sped up, your hands held my shoulders tighter, while my fingers were answering your sighs, still faster, still harder, while pleasure rose in me, my body pressed against yours, heavier and heavier, and I followed the pleasure under your closed eyelids, it seized me in my turn, and I drowned our two cries in a last kiss...
Your body relaxed and we stayed locked in an embrace for long minutes.
Faith turned over in the bed and pulled up the sheet to her face. She still could smell the blonde Slayer's perfume; her fragrance seemed to be everywhere. A wave of desire rose inside her and reminded her of the end of the night.
Buffy had pushed her back violently and she had fallen onto the bed. Leaning on her elbows, her pupils dilated by lust, Faith had silently watched the other woman slowly stripping, a provocative smile on her lips. Layer after layer, Buffy had gotten rid of her clothes to finally approach the bed slowly and languorously lay her naked body against Faith's. She had remained that way for a moment, her look piercing into the dark Slayer's, who held her breath. Then delicately, she kissed her lips, overwhelming her suddenly with a new irrepressible and violent desire. Faith had grabbed Buffy by her waist and turned her on her back, switching their positions. In her turn, she had taken off her clothes and their bodies had joined again. They had made love until the first light of dawn, until they had fallen asleep, exhausted, in each other's arms.
Faith sighed and tossed in her bed. A terrible anxiety suddenly seized her. She leapt up and dressed quickly. She cast a last glance at the creased sheets filled with the memories of the night, then left the motel room slamming the door.
*****
To be continued in Chapter 2
TITLE: The Bites of Lust
AUTHOR: Elegy
FEEDBACK: elegy1@voila.fr
PAIRING: Buffy/Faith
RATING: NC-17
SPOILERS: 3rd season before "Bad Girls" and Finch's death; a small change from the original script of the season: Drusilla and Spike are still together and Angel's come back is known and accepted by all.
DISCLAIMER: Buffy, Faith and all other characters belong to Joss Whedon, Warner, UPN, etc.
NOTES: Thoughts in italics. Big thanks to Steff (aka Rebelgirl), my beta-reader.
*****
CHAPTER 1
The door had been closed as gently as possible, but Faith nevertheless perceived the noise. She turned over in the bed and groped for the body which had shared her night. The spot was still warm. But it was emp
Faith sighed and opened her eyes. She was gone.
Or she had fled...
She had almost expected it. The night had been so beautiful... Too beautiful, maybe... Illusory. Ephemeral.
She and Buffy had patrolled in the streets of Sunnydale. The beginning of the night had been restless and they had slain about ten vampires. Galvanized by their fights, they had gone to the Bronze where they had tried to dispel all their excitement while dancing and drinking more than usual. On the dance floor, their bodies were as much in unison as when they fought, and Faith remembered with a thrill the mad desire which had seized her at that moment, all this suppressed desire for the blonde Slayer she had believed to be shared in her green look.
Later, Buffy had accompanied Faith to her motel room. And there, everything had turned upside down. Faith remembered every second.
I invited you to have a last drink. You wanted to see where I lived.
I opened the door with difficulty. I was nervous... I went in and you followed me. You cast a glance inside and then you looked at me. I saw again the desire in your eyes... So I moved closer to you slowly... step by step, I filled the few inches still separating us... It seemed to me like a chasm, it seemed to me like an eternity... For all this endless time, you never stopped looking at me...
Overwhelmed by my lust, I couldn't resist.
I rushed at you, pinning you violently against the wall of the room. You banged your head, but you didn't cry.
I rushed at your lips, as I had always dreamt to do... You didn't push me back, as I had always imagined it. Your fingers slipped into my hair and you drew me to you, accentuating the passion of my eager body against yours, the passion of our mouths devouring each other.
My hand ventured under your leather jacket. You're so sexy in leather, B... I touched your breasts lightly, I caressed your belly, I woke up your body numbed by alcohol... You accentuated the pressure of your hand in my hair, arousing in me a delicious thrill of pain...
I couldn't stand it any longer. I unbuttoned your trousers and your body arched to meet my hand, tensed when my fingers slid into you... You let go of my hair and, gripping my shoulders, you followed my movements. It was so hot all of a sudden... I followed, fascinated, a drop of sweat trickling in slow motion down your forehead, on your closed eyelid, down your tense jaw, before picking it with the tip of my tongue...
You began to moan... It drove me crazy... I pressed myself against you, my leg between yours, and this simple contact nearly made me come... I rubbed against you, following the rhythm of my movements inside you, accompanying your sighs, the mixed smell of leather, sweat and sex intoxicating my senses...
And then, quickly, your breath sped up, your hands held my shoulders tighter, while my fingers were answering your sighs, still faster, still harder, while pleasure rose in me, my body pressed against yours, heavier and heavier, and I followed the pleasure under your closed eyelids, it seized me in my turn, and I drowned our two cries in a last kiss...
Your body relaxed and we stayed locked in an embrace for long minutes.
Faith turned over in the bed and pulled up the sheet to her face. She still could smell the blonde Slayer's perfume; her fragrance seemed to be everywhere. A wave of desire rose inside her and reminded her of the end of the night.
Buffy had pushed her back violently and she had fallen onto the bed. Leaning on her elbows, her pupils dilated by lust, Faith had silently watched the other woman slowly stripping, a provocative smile on her lips. Layer after layer, Buffy had gotten rid of her clothes to finally approach the bed slowly and languorously lay her naked body against Faith's. She had remained that way for a moment, her look piercing into the dark Slayer's, who held her breath. Then delicately, she kissed her lips, overwhelming her suddenly with a new irrepressible and violent desire. Faith had grabbed Buffy by her waist and turned her on her back, switching their positions. In her turn, she had taken off her clothes and their bodies had joined again. They had made love until the first light of dawn, until they had fallen asleep, exhausted, in each other's arms.
Faith sighed and tossed in her bed. A terrible anxiety suddenly seized her. She leapt up and dressed quickly. She cast a last glance at the creased sheets filled with the memories of the night, then left the motel room slamming the door.
*****
To be continued in Chapter 2